Luyện nghe bài hát Intro - Hand It Down

Sorry
But all the in the world can't bring me back again
Lay down, lay
Gonna stretch my mic out in funeral home on Marcy
All new niggaz stop there
But a lot later a whole gang of people thought
The last of the real hustlers, well maybe not the
gonna be a good rapper, new, improved Jay-Z

I quit, I'm
Ain't enough money in this game, to me around
big, I tried honest
Can't go with me on this ride
I'm callin' the shots, the closin'
we goin' to for breakfast?
Roc a y'all
Okay, I'm

Bringin' the drama, tryin' to up in the game

Had a of dollar signs to my name
Roc a Fella
One of the
for my day to come
Just me the word

Nah, this ain't Jigga, it's your nigga Bleek
Reportin' to these motherfuckers from the street
I peeped those, my mind so advanced
At nine I used to geese hoes for clothes

Peep the steez, I represent for all with twenty eight grams
On a come up, tryin' to the keys
Large niggaz told me park the car, keep the
a hoodrat and creep to Mickey D's

First gun two bullets, niggaz I do pull it
Niggaz tryin' to kill me dog, who
Gooden, I pitch in the PJ's
Lit off the EJ, I Dutchies with my ring finger

You find a bitch that be cream, bring her
seen with Bing, he got dropped between us
Shit is constant, that's why I the Johnson and Johnson
For the who wants it?

I go to with a picture of a Porsche on my wall
Man I'm to come up on y'all
Get one up on y'all, that's why I hustle in these
sundown to sunup on y'all

Mama said, "Keep bullshittin', they'll you dead"
One week of this hustlin' brought a livin' set
to Tom D's, niggaz mad, veins out
Copped the Jordans, two weeks before they out

Flashy, fly little
Nosy bitch the third floor like, "Why little nigga?"
Bitch please, twist the trees, a long pull, like bitch to breathe
That's my answer, life's like and I'm serious

Waitin' for my day to
Just give me the